i am

tired. i feel like crap. and even the office isn't making me feel any better.

i had the scariest dream last night. my family and i- plus the beckers, were living in the cohen's house from the OC. which is all fine and dandy, except we were being stalked by a serial killer who kept threatening to slice our throats. basically it freaked me out and i woke up at 830am practically screaming.

okay now the office is making me feel better. jim is impersonating dwight and that is amazing.

so my dream (and my 4.25 mile walk yesterday) drained all of my energy. so i spent the day on facebook and trying to catch up on my laundry. i decided that when a person has 19 pairs of jeans, it's bordering on ridiculousness and that there needs to be some sort of consolidation. tomorrow after i get home from JB's birthday party that's what i am going to do.

"i need two men on this, that's what she said." -michael from the office. amazing.